.'and wanted to know what happened next, your wait is over. Thanks foryour patience.A SWINGING TIME AT THE WEDDING FAIRby Angela Dee NorthPROLOGUEI wo...e up. A grey September early morning light filtered through thehotel bedroom's beige curtains. In bed beside me lay my still-sleepingwife, Bridie. The clock on the wall-mounted TV read 7.28am. The alarmwould start beeping in another two minutes.I'd had the dream again, the one in which Bridie leaves me. It's alwaysthe same dream, its details so. She managed to be very flirtatious without seeming to give me any hope of anything happening between us. Mind you, I was already intimate with Jana, but she didn’t know about that. I was still more than enough of a horndog to lust after teachers and classmates.“Remember my daughter, Carly?” Mrs. Taylor asked me while standing there naked with her daughter present as well.As if I could forget Carly Taylor, daughter of William and Autumn Taylor. Also known as TD or TK, meaning “teacher’s. He shook his head at himself, and gave a dry chuckle. Yeah, that was a silly notion. John stood up, and marked where east was by the lifting sun, and scanned the horizon for something else other than dry blowing dunes. Like the huge seventy foot one behind him, which blocked his view to the north. He struggled around to a less steep part, and found his way to the top, trying to avoid the softer slope which he found gave way under his feet. Better to walk a few hundred feet, than climb the darn. . I'm sorry Todd!" He placed his hands over his eyes andshook his head and sighed. My hand found its way to his, feeling thewarmth of it seemed to make me feel better.I turned my eyes toward his parents seated at the small table. "Whatwill I say to my family... How will I explain this?" gesturing tomyself.I sighed and looked back down toward the image of what I was to become.My eye was drawn to her left hand. "This girl is wearing a ring... awedding ring." My voice broke as I felt tears sting.